Blest in death and life beyond man's guessing br Little children live and die, possest br Still of grace that keeps them past expressing br Blest. br br Each least chirp that rings from every nest, br Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing br Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest, br br Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, redressing br Grief's worst wrongs: each mother's nurturing breast br Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing br Blest.